Wherein I Am a Bag Slut

So Chups calls me up and asks if she can borrow my backpack. I agree, but a search of my room fails to turn it up and I have to postpone meeting her, as it was probably at my parents' place. Went back to search, only to find that it wasn't there (sidetrack: when I asked my mother if she'd seen my big, blue backpack she rummaged around the storage room, came out with a small baby-blue handbag and asked me if that was it). After considerable thought, I finally decided to message those of my friends who had been overseas recently to see if any of them had borrowed it.

I don't even know who my bag's been with. I'm such a bag-slut.

Turns out it was with Faizal since he went to Bali a couple of months back.

And it got me thinking that my bag's been to a lot more places than I've been. In fact, I've only used it ever just that once I went to Nepal, not including the times when I'd first bought it and walked around town with newspaper stuffed inside to get that backpacker feel (in the comfort of home!). No one wants to take Alex along on holidays, but his backpack - now there's a hot mama.

Why???!!! Why am I always the dowdy, bookish, rather boring older sister???!!! Even to my bag!!!